Chapter 659

The car Ricky was driving that was significantly better than their shabby

Ford. They were slow and without a front windshield.

Joyce, gun in hand, peeked out the car window, “His gun has a short

range and can't get to us for now. Can you drive a little faster?"

"Pedal to the bottom already." Karl kept breaking out in a cold sweat,

his voice shaking. It was only a matter of time before Ricky caught up

with them.

Joyce gave him a worried look.

Seemingly, his condition was more serious than just now.

“You hold on for a while, and when he catches up with us, I'll shoot his

tires. However, your pistol doesn't have a long range either, and we

need to get closer.” Joyce now focused entirely on the car behind them

and Ricky was about to catch up with them at any moment.

“I'm going to take the off-ramp. The road ahead is curvy and has many

turns. Ricky's vision will be affected to some extent and the speed of

the car will be less of a problem. Sit tight. I'm going to make a sharp

turn now."

Karl said and hit the steering wheel hard. The car suddenly turned onto

the side road for a wild ride.

Joyce firmly grasped the seat belt to stabilize her posture.

At the moment Karl made the turn, a few bullets came flying from the

rear, but fortunately they all fell short. Some of them grazed the body of

the car, but still, they caused no real damage!

"Beautiful, what a timely turn!" Joyce praised, and Karl was indeed

quite good at driving. He was able to control the car so well even when

he was injured.

"Ricky even has a large caliber pistol, and the wind is in his favor. We

don't have an advantage here, and he will be able to hit us first."

Joyce frowned gently.

The bottom line was that they had limited ammunition, and Karl left in

such an urgence and didn't carry enough supplies, while Ricky had

come well prepared. Every shot she fired had to be able to reach her

target.

She glanced at the place where she had bandaged Karl earlier. Blood

was seeping out again, quickly staining the lavender satin. It seemed

that the bandage could not stop the bleeding. What's worse, for all the

while Karl had endured the pain, he had increased the bleeding

because he had been driving hard.

This was not going to work. He would lose too much blood and his life

would be in danger. He must rest flat on his back to stop the bleeding.

Although only Ricky was chasing behind them at the moment, maybe

Ricky would call a group of killers to surround them together.

Would Karl be able to hold on by then?

They were in tremendous danger right now.

Ricky wanted to killed her, and she had got so many innocent people

involved. Victor nearly died. Karl was shot in the abdomen, and blood

was still draining out of him. His lips were turning white by the minute.

All of this was her responsibility.

She kept blaming herself. She felt so guilty that she bit her lower lip and

it turned pale. Crystal tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.

She quietly raised her hand to wipe it away and took a deep breath,

trying to control her emotions.

Karl was attentive enough to notice the changes on her face, and he

knew what she was thinking.

He spoke thoughtfully, "What are you thinking? You think you're the one

who brought me into this? That Ricky was targeting you? Now that the

analysis institute has been blown up and Victor has been seriously

injured, you feel guilty?"

Joyce was stunned, and her shoulders trembled slightly. He really knew

her well. Although she tried to hide it, he still saw through it.

“Don't you forget, I'm a detective, and Ricky is a vicious criminal. It's my

duty to catch him. It would only be dereliction of duty to turn a blind eye

to it."